One Woman Army
Chapter One
Dean hated being locked up in the bunker. He just hated it. Sam had told him not to go anywhere for a couple of days while he was still working through getting rid of the Mark of Cain. Although what Sam didn't know was that being cooped up in the bunker was driving Dean up the wall. If only he could get out for a few hours to drive around in Baby. But Sam wouldn't let him. A drive wouldn't do anything too terrible, right? He could just go into town, grab a few beers, maybe even see if he can't find a job for Sam and him to go on. Dean hadn't been on a good hunt in a really long time. His trigger finger was starting to get itchy. The bloodlust that had come with the Mark had gone with it too, but that didn't mean that Dean didn't want to hunt. Saving people was a great feeling. It was the thing that kept Dean fighting all these years. So now that he was no longer focused on saving himself, he was ready to start saving other people.
So, as Dean sat and waited for his brother to return from whatever he was doing, he did a little research. Going through the newspaper that Sam had picked up for him to read yesterday, Dean circled a few articles that he thought might be worth something. As soon as Sam got back Dean would run them by him. Where was Sam anyways? Dean thought he heard him a few hours ago saying something about going to grab food. He checked his phone and saw Sam had texted a few minutes ago, saying that he would be back soon. Great, now his little brother was making him feel better. What had the world come too? Dean Winchester was sitting on his ass doing nothing, while Sammy took care of him. It was just messed up. Although Dean didn't say that when he texted back a simple okay. 'And don't forget my pie' was sent right after it.
Not even five minutes after that Sam came walking into the bunker handing Dean his pie before putting the rest of the food in the fridge. Sam came back with a fork for Dean to use, and sat down with his brother and a beer in hand.
"So, how are you feeling today?" Sam asked. It was like this every day. At least three times a day Sam would ask Dean the same goddamned question. It only caused Dean to become more frustrated with his brother.
"Yes, Sam I'm fine. Just like the last hundred times you've asked me." Dean grumbled before going into the kitchen to get a beer for himself. Honestly there was nothing wrong with him. It had been a couple of weeks since the Mark was gone, and nothing bad had happened. It was high time for Sam to give up, and stop worrying so much. So when Dean made his way back to the table where Sam was sitting, the first thing he did was slide him the newspaper he had been looking at before.
"What's this?" Sam looked it over for a few seconds. Realization dawned on his face. "No Dean, you aren't ready for hunting yet. We don't know what the side effects of the Mark going are."
"It's been weeks Sammy, I'm fine. Nothing has happened so far, and I'm going stir crazy. Just one small hunt. Something simple." Sam bitch-faced. "Come on Sam just sitting here isn't going to show if I'm really fine or not. Getting out in the field will." Dean glared at his brother.
"And what if you aren't okay, and something happens? Dean, I don't want to risk it." Sammy was starting to get on Dean's last nerve.
"How about a second opinion, huh? Why don't we call Cas, and see what he thinks?" Dean suggested. Although Dean wanted Cas to come and tell his brother to back off, he had other reasons as well. The brothers hadn't seen the angel in a while, and Dean was starting to worry about his friend's safety. Friend, if only. Dean thought to himself. As much as he doesn't like to admit it, Dean had finally realized that he was head over heels in love with Cas. He would never tell Sam, and of course Cas, but he couldn't help but feel what he felt. Not only was Dean in love with the angel, but the angel was possessing a male vessel. When Dean shockingly found out that it didn't bother him what gender the vessel Cas took was… well that was the thing that made him scared. Yes, that's right, Dean Winchester is scared, because the thing he loves is a guy. Kinda. So not only was Dean coming to terms with being in love with Cas, but also being bisexual.
Dean was also sure that Cas didn't feel the same way. Castiel is an Angel of the Lord after all. He didn't understand what love was, even though he spent a short time as a human. Even though Cas had once said that him and Dean shared a 'profound bond' Dean didn't think that meant love. No matter how much he wanted to. And believe me he wanted to. Dean doubted that there was anything in the world that has or will ever want more than for the dorky angel to love him back. But of course that dream was about as farfetched as Crowley turning into the good guy.
"Alright fine. I guess you can call Cas." Sam said after a few seconds of glaring at his brother. Dean pulled his phone out of his pocket, as Sam left the room saying something about Dean being a stubborn jerk. Dean muttered bitch after him while calling Cas. When the phone started ringing, Dean heart started to race. He hated this part. The part where he had to wait to hear Cas' voice. The part where he starting acting like a teenage girl.
"Hello Dean." Cas' gruff voice said from the other line. Dean's heart skipped a beat at hearing it. It had been too long since Dean had heard the angels voice.
"Hey Cas." Dean released a breath he didn't know he was holding. Dean had missed the angel, he really had. "It's been a while. How are you man?"
"I'm doing fine. How are you Dean? Now that the Mark is gone." Cas asked, concern thick in his voice. Dean smiled at the thought.
"Actually that's what I wanted to talk to you about. Sam thinks that I need more time to recover, but I feel fine. It's been a couple of weeks now, and I don't have the unbearable urge to kill everything in sight at all. But Sam is being a stubborn ass bitch about it, so we wanted a second opinion. So, how fast can you get to the bunker?"
"I was already on my way over. I wanted to make sure you were alright." Cas said. Dean blushed. Did he really just say that? Okay Winchester, breathe, breathe. Dean was trying to forcefully slow his pulse. It wasn't working as well as he wanted it to. Hell it wasn't working at all.
"So," Dean coughed out, "when are you going to be here?" Good going Dean.
"I should be there in a few minutes. Good bye Dean." Cas stated.
"Bye Cas." Dean said, slightly disappointed. He had wanted to talk to the angel longer. He's going to be here soon. God I really am turning into a teenage girl. What would Sammy think if he ever found out? Just the thought of his brother finding out about Dean's feelings towards the angel were enough to shock him back to reality. Sammy would never let him live this down. Dean sighed, and took another long drink form his beer. This was going to suck and he knew it. But it also didn't quench the joy that came bubbling through him at the thought of seeing Cas again after so long.
"Hey, what did Cas say?" Sam, who had walked back in at some point, sat down at the table across from Dean. Dean shook his thoughts out of his head for now, turning to face his brother.
"He said that he was on his way over anyways, so he should be here in a few." Dean left out the part about Cas wanting to check up in him. He was sure that just saying it out loud would make him blush. Something that he really didn't need to do in front of his brother.
"Huh? That's interesting. I wonder why he would already be coming over?" Sam asked. His tone almost made Dean think he knew something. Like Sam knew that Cas was coming over to check on him. But that wasn't possible, right? "Ah well, it'll be nice to talk to him again. It's been like what; a couple months?" One month, two weeks, 3 days, and nineteen hours. Dean thought to himself. Why he had been counting, Dean had no idea. Nor did he know how he had kept track after that long.
"Yeah, about that." Dean nodded. "So as soon as Cas says I'm fine I was thinking about the one in the next town over. A guy was found dead with his throat ripped out, visible bite marks, a little to no blood. Simple vamp kill. Quick and easy." Dean smiled at his brother. It was right after that the brothers heard the door to the bunker open. Sam looked up, Dean turned around, both facing the angel as he walked in. Cas was wearing his normal attire, full suit with a messed up tie and a trench coat. His hair was all messed up in this I-was-about-to-have-sex way. His blue eyes found Dean's green almost as soon as he walked through the door. All in all, Dean thought the angel looked drop dead sexy. The smile that graced Cas' lips when he saw Dean didn't help with that either.
"Hello Dean. Sam" Cas nodded towards the brothers, coming down the stairs. Dean stood to great the angel, along with Sam. Both brothers gave Cas a hug, Dean just a few seconds longer than Sam.
"Hey Cas. I'm sure Dean told you why we wanted you to come over." Sam looked at the angel. If Dean didn't know any better, he would've said that Sam almost looked like he was pleading with Cas to say he wasn't fine.
"Yes, so far everything appears to be normal. Although I must make certain." Cas said before turning to Dean. Placing two fingers on Dean's forehead, Cas started his little checkup. Dean just stood still and enjoyed the fact that the angel was making sure he was ok. Enjoyed the feeling of warmth from Cas' Grace lightly moving around in him. It was something he had often felt when Cas healed him; Dean never saying how much he loved the feeling.
"Everything is perfectly fine." Cas finally said. Dean beamed at Cas before sending his brother an I told you so look.
"Cas, are you sure? I really don't want Dean to hurt anybody again." Sammy's voice was full of worry. Cas nodded his head.
"Yes, I am sure Sam. The Mark, and all of its side effects have been erased from Dean. He is fine and perfectly healthy as far as I can tell. He should be fine to go on a hunt." Cas said, only confirming what Dean already knew to be true.
"Thanks Cas. You really are a life saver. I thought Sammy here was going to keep me locked up for the rest of my life." Dean almost went to kiss Cas on the cheek, but quickly caught himself. Instead, Dean patted the angel on the shoulder, knowing that was a much more bro kind of thing to do.
"That is highly unlikely Dean." Cas said, Dean just shook his head and smiled. "I don't think Sam would be able to keep you here. You would find some way to break out." The small smile that danced on Cas' lips did nothing to help Dean's rapidly beating heart. Sam looked between the two, his expression a rather confused. He knew that the angel and his brother shared a 'profound bond' but Sam never thought much of it. He always just thought it had to do with the fact that Cas had been the one who raised Dean out of Hell. But now that he was watching the two of them around each other, Sam was starting to wonder if it was something more. Cas smiled more often when he was around Dean. Dean's eyes held more happiness in them when Cas was around. It was almost like the angel brought his brother peace. Honestly, Sam had been seeing it for years now, but never said anything. He didn't think Dean would appreciate Sam saying that he had more than just friendly feelings for Castiel.
"You're right about that Cas." Dean said once he had gotten his heart beat under somewhat control. Slowly Dean started to move towards the table with is beer. "Alright Sam, let's get going."
"Come on Dean, we don't have to go right now. I mean Cas just got here. We can get started on the job tomorrow." Sam commented. Dean chose to ignore the fact that his brother had implied Cas staying the night at the bunker. Now that he was an angel again, Cas didn't need to eat or sleep. But a few times after Cas had gotten his Grace back Dean had caught the angel sleeping. When he asked Cas about it, he had simply said that he liked sleeping. As strange as it sounded to Dean, he found that there would be times that Cas was sleeping and he looked really cute and peaceful. After that realization, Dean hadn't really complained about the angel sleeping on the couch every now and again. (Dean would never admit to this, yet there were times that he found himself just watching Cas sleep. Much like the angel did to him when they had first met.) The thought of spending more time with Cas sounded like a fantastic one to Dean.
"Alright fine. What are we going to do in the meantime?" Dean asked.
"Movie night?" Sam suggested. Cas looked skeptical about the idea, but soon realized that it might be fun. It had been some time since he last had gotten to spend time with the Winchesters. Castiel had started to miss them, especially Dean. Cas knew that he held feelings for Dean. Human feelings. He had since the day Cas had pulled Dean out of Hell. The 'profound bond' that they both shared was proof of that. Cas, at first, was confused by his feelings. He was an Angel of the Lord, he shouldn't have felt the way he did about Dean Winchester. But as their friendship progressed, Cas' feelings hadn't changed. In fact they only grew stronger. It wasn't until he was made human that Castiel fully understood just what they meant. That was the day the angel found out that he was in love with Dean. Yet, Cas also realized that Dean didn't feel the same way about him. When Cas had watched Dean, he knew that Dean wasn't attracted to people of the same sex as himself. And while angels don't have genders, Cas' vessel, Jimmy, did. Although Cas could just switch to another vessel, he had long started to think of this body as his own. Seeing as how Jimmy has been dead for years now. So, no, Castiel didn't want to leave his body; giving him no choice but to suppress his feelings for Dean as best he could. (Not that it really worked that well, but hey, not my place to judge.)
"Yes, I think a movie night would be fine." Cas stated, thinking about being to sit just a little closer than he needed to next to Dean on the couch. Dean was thinking how he would be able to pull off wrapping his arm around Cas' shoulders as they watched movies. Sam was just worried that he would be the third wheel… again.
They had decided to watch Star Wars starting from episode four, of course. Even though Metatron had implanted all of the pop culture that he could ever want, Cas still had never actually seen the movies. Dean felt as though it needed to remedy that. By the time that the second movie was done, Sam had already gone to his room and was probably asleep. Dean was watching the credits of the last movie, while Cas was relaxing with his head on the back of the couch. Although, no matter how hard he was trying, Cas was having a difficult time staying awake. His eyes were closed and it was late. In fact the angel didn't even notice that his head feel on Dean's shoulder, until put his arm around Cas.
Cas stiffened just slightly. Was this really happening? After a few seconds without Dean moving, Cas relaxed again. He moved slightly closer to Dean to a more comfortable position. Dean said nothing as he was turning off the TV, leaning back onto the couch and closer to Cas. Thank God Sam was asleep or both of them would be ripped a new one. Though, it wasn't this happened, like ever. Dean just couldn't help himself when he felt the gentile thump of Cas' head on his shoulder. It just felt so right to have his angel snuggled up to him. Wait… his angel. Since when was Cas his? Dean blushed just slightly when Cas moved his head; nuzzling into Dean's neck. Not that Dena was really complaining (it felt really nice), but it tickled when Cas rubbed his scruff against the sensitive skin of Dean's throat.
"Dean?" Cas mumbled.
"Yes Cas." Dean almost groaned.
"I'm getting tired." Cas wrapped his arms around Dean waist, while Dean placed his cheek on top of Cas' ruffled hair.
"Then go to sleep Cas. It's fine." Dean said peacefully. Honestly the hunter wanted to stay just where he was. He liked having Cas in his arms, and he never got the chance to do it. Holding the angel wasn't something that Dean would do. Not in front of people at least. But like this, when they were all alone, that was fine. In fact it was perfect.
"Dean, I do not think it will be very comfortable if we sleep on the couch. I would much prefer to sleep in the bed in the spare room you and Sam have loaned to me. If that's alright with you." Cas stated. As much as the angel didn't want to move either, he also didn't want to wake up to Dean's complaining.
"But Cas, I really don't want to move." Dean whispered. He felt like if he said it any louder Cas would want to move away.
"Neither do I Dean," Cas sighed, "neither do I. But I also know just how much pain you were in last time you spent the night on the couch."
"You can just heal me in the morning." Dean contradicted. Cas sighed once again, although that only caused Cas to snuggle closer to Dean. "Please Cas."
"How about we go to your room, hmm? Then you won't hurt in the morning, and we don't have to move very much." Cas looked up into Dean's green eyes seeing something that he had never seen before. Dean swallowed, and nodded before getting up with Cas and moving towards his room. Dean threw some of his sleep ware at Cas, watching as Cas moved to the bathroom to change. Dean then changed into a pair of sweat pants and a ratty old t-shirt. He climbed into bed and got settled. He placed his hands behind his head waiting for Cas. One of the first times Dean had found Cas sleeping, the angel was having horrible nightmares about something or other, so Dean offered for him to sleep with him. It wasn't that bad. Both men stayed on opposite sides of the bed for the night. It was the only time that it happened until now. Cas hadn't been back at the bunker. So when the angel had suggested it, it was all Dean could do to not jump for joy.
Eventually Cas joined Dean in the bed, snuggling up the other male. Dean placed an arm around Cas, Cas putting it head on Dean's chest, both of them getting comfortable.
"Goodnight Dean." Cas mumbled against Dean's chest.
"Night Cas." Dean whispered into Cas' hair. Both feel into a dreamless slumber.
A/N: Hey guys. So been a while since I last wrote a new story. I hope you all enjoy. Anyways, I just wanted to make some things clear. I have not been able to watch the newest season of Supernatural because I've been really busy. But I have gotten through Season 10. But, because I don't know what happens in the new season, I'm changing just how Dean lost the Mark. I'm just going to say that Death was able to get rid of it for him. Because you know, Death is Death and is awesome that way.
Also, I know that this chapter is all Destiel fluff, but don't worry, there is an actual plot. It's just the chapter would be way to long with the original plan, so the next chapter will have more action in it. Along with the OC I have created for your reading pleasure. Hopefully you'll like her.
This is also a Destiel fic, so there will be more from where this came from. I promise you.
So anyways, that's it from me. R&R please. Love you all, and your comments. Tell me what you think sucks and I will do everything in my writing power to make it better. Peace out Bitches.